him , then let the afhgan slip from her shoulders to reveal an oversized t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms.
"No, you aren't," Chet said. His customary sexy glower had taken on a confused air.
"I'm dressed in pajamas," Maddy told him. "That's what you meant, right?"
Sam waved a hand. "And you look divine," he said. "But where are the shoes? And the dress? And the handbag? Did you not get our presents?"
Ah, so the presents had been from the both of them. They were trying to bribe her into another threesome.
Well, it wasn't going to work. She wasn't the sort of girl who gave it up for expensive presents or money or whatever. No, she gave it up for free. They only had to ask.
"I got them," Maddy said. "I sold them on Ebay ."
Chet looked faint, and Maddy felt a flash of guilt. "I'm just kidding," she said. "But what do you want me to do with them?"
Sam appeared to search for the correct words. "...Wear...them?" he hazarded.
"We were hoping to take you out on a date," Chet cut in, recovering well. "Did you not get the card?"
"Yeah. It just said For Friday on it." Maddy scratched the side of her nose. "That didn't give me a lot of information."
"We have reservations at La Mirabella," Chet said. "If you throw the clothes on now you will look just fine and we can go get something to eat."
"And then?" Maddy put a hand on her hip.
Chet and Sam exchanged a glance. "And then we would see where the night takes us," Sam said. "Is... you don't want to do that?"
Maddy put a hand to her forehead. "Look," she said, struggling to keep her voice polite, "I'm sure this works on the sort of woman you guys usually go out with, but I kind of want to know what you think of me first. You can't just throw expensive gifts at me and expect me to be knocked off my feet, you know."
"I could if they were heavy enough," Sam said. Maddy glared at him, and he coughed. "Sorry."
Maddy took a deep breath. "The point is you sent me a bunch of really expensive stuff that I've never even touched before and I have no idea why. You said it was for Friday. Well, I want to know what's happening."
"Dinner," Chet said,
"Yeah. But don't you think you should tell me that?"
They glanced at each other again and Maddy had the distinct impression that if she were not standing there, one of them would have punched the other. She shook her head. "And delivering them to me at work?" she said. "That's... I mean, thanks, but you should really look up your own policies."
Both of them looked confused at that. "What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"We're not allowed to have personal deliveries at the office," she said. "It's against your own company policy."
That actually seemed to get their attention. "Did your boss give you trouble for it?" Chet asked her.
"Yeah. I now have more work than anyone can get done in the next six months, and it was all, according to him, due last week." She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to tamp down the feeling of panic the predicament engendered in her. It was hard to find full-time with-benefits work right now, especially with her skill set, and if Rick decided she needed to be fired, she was screwed. Screwed in ways that even Sam and Chet couldn't match. "I'm probably going to have to go into the office tomorrow. To work. So you'll forgive me if I'm not falling at your feet and begging to suck your cocks in gratitude for all that expensive stuff that I don't need."
A warm hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up to see Sam's concerned face looming above her. " Maddy ," he said. "Are you all right?"
No. No, she wasn't all right. She was buried at work, and she had no idea what the two hottest lays in her life were going on about, and now she had a bunch of expensive clothes and a horrible feeling that she was now obligated to go out to dinner and screw both of them simply because they'd dropped fat stacks of cash on her.
She'd told herself that she wouldn't mind being Sam's quick weekend lay. She'd told herself that it would
"No, you aren't," Chet said. His customary sexy glower had taken on a confused air.
"I'm dressed in pajamas," Maddy told him. "That's what you meant, right?"
Sam waved a hand. "And you look divine," he said. "But where are the shoes? And the dress? And the handbag? Did you not get our presents?"
Ah, so the presents had been from the both of them. They were trying to bribe her into another threesome.
Well, it wasn't going to work. She wasn't the sort of girl who gave it up for expensive presents or money or whatever. No, she gave it up for free. They only had to ask.
"I got them," Maddy said. "I sold them on Ebay ."
Chet looked faint, and Maddy felt a flash of guilt. "I'm just kidding," she said. "But what do you want me to do with them?"
Sam appeared to search for the correct words. "...Wear...them?" he hazarded.
"We were hoping to take you out on a date," Chet cut in, recovering well. "Did you not get the card?"
"Yeah. It just said For Friday on it." Maddy scratched the side of her nose. "That didn't give me a lot of information."
"We have reservations at La Mirabella," Chet said. "If you throw the clothes on now you will look just fine and we can go get something to eat."
"And then?" Maddy put a hand on her hip.
Chet and Sam exchanged a glance. "And then we would see where the night takes us," Sam said. "Is... you don't want to do that?"
Maddy put a hand to her forehead. "Look," she said, struggling to keep her voice polite, "I'm sure this works on the sort of woman you guys usually go out with, but I kind of want to know what you think of me first. You can't just throw expensive gifts at me and expect me to be knocked off my feet, you know."
"I could if they were heavy enough," Sam said. Maddy glared at him, and he coughed. "Sorry."
Maddy took a deep breath. "The point is you sent me a bunch of really expensive stuff that I've never even touched before and I have no idea why. You said it was for Friday. Well, I want to know what's happening."
"Dinner," Chet said,
"Yeah. But don't you think you should tell me that?"
They glanced at each other again and Maddy had the distinct impression that if she were not standing there, one of them would have punched the other. She shook her head. "And delivering them to me at work?" she said. "That's... I mean, thanks, but you should really look up your own policies."
Both of them looked confused at that. "What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"We're not allowed to have personal deliveries at the office," she said. "It's against your own company policy."
That actually seemed to get their attention. "Did your boss give you trouble for it?" Chet asked her.
"Yeah. I now have more work than anyone can get done in the next six months, and it was all, according to him, due last week." She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to tamp down the feeling of panic the predicament engendered in her. It was hard to find full-time with-benefits work right now, especially with her skill set, and if Rick decided she needed to be fired, she was screwed. Screwed in ways that even Sam and Chet couldn't match. "I'm probably going to have to go into the office tomorrow. To work. So you'll forgive me if I'm not falling at your feet and begging to suck your cocks in gratitude for all that expensive stuff that I don't need."
A warm hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up to see Sam's concerned face looming above her. " Maddy ," he said. "Are you all right?"
No. No, she wasn't all right. She was buried at work, and she had no idea what the two hottest lays in her life were going on about, and now she had a bunch of expensive clothes and a horrible feeling that she was now obligated to go out to dinner and screw both of them simply because they'd dropped fat stacks of cash on her.
She'd told herself that she wouldn't mind being Sam's quick weekend lay. She'd told herself that it would
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